Stolen Of Oneself

The notice of someone better,

Made your absence many counts.

You felt Gods were greater,

Still, you stirred a countless bouts,

Effusive was the envy,

Molten lay the grace.

In the feelings of ivy,

Burned the dried self's haze.

Emerging out of the water,

Filigreed by divine shine.

The soul it contained had a matter,

Had lesser flaws & still called them mine.

That is the off guard splashed stain,

Spotted massive and spoke lain.

You had already crossed the comparison train,

Fretting the uniqueness with pain.